cerebralscrub
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About me
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
In said scenario I more than likely
A. Just dropped, spilled, or broke something
B. Walked into, tripped, or stubbed something
C. A good song came on and I started some kind of sing-a-long.
In bed I like to read:
The inside of my eyelids.
Right now, I'm reading:
Hell's Angels
Latest Memoir (of 58):
Br(e)aking down's no longer an option.
- Br(e)aking down's no longer an option.
- Fear->reassurance->comfort->satisfaction->shame-> lonesome.
- Broken down alpha-character, exposed sensitivities.
- Ahh, I'm back. Commence daily sixing!
- Easter's restricting blowing steam at gym>:|.
- I want it: all or nothing.
- Incomprehensible sports jibberish, "f**k you, coach.".
- Vacation from sixes, how about reality?
- Front porch. No shoes. Tank top.
- Not sure of the lines' divide.
- Not what there is to lose.
- What is still to be accomplished?
- "Someday... You guys lub each other.".
- Faces similar to yours sink hearts.
- ISO: co. 4vid, drnkng, brd gmng.
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